“Quiet” is not a state of mind or being that I’ve considered being grateful for. Until this prompt and then my mind took a tangential twist that surprised me. I became stirred up as I thought how I crave ‘quiet’ and solitude and being alone, yet how little ‘quiet’ I am able to access. The next thought was, why?
At work the noise level suggests where the socialising is happening. Cell phones rocking out pop song ring tones, digital cackling as someone receives a text message and the most irksome of all, the boss sending a text message, bing, bong, slick, click, bong, bong, beep pip pip, bing bing – volume on maximum. Quietly getting on with the work has become difficult in the current culture that values loud and gregarious (aka extrovert tendencies) over those more reserved qualities of calm, soft and gently present.
When things are quiet around me my brain can breath: think and reflect. Quiet is an essential ingredient for effective daydreaming. Daydreaming clears the mind and gently stretches it to the horizon of possibilities. When quiet comes by I have to take notice and stop what I am doing and simply be in the moment. Quietly. Restorative. Grateful.
I am sure our ancestors didn’t have to schedule quiet time. At the end of each day they sat quietly, together and did quiet activities: embroidery, reading, sewing, letter writing or updating their recipe books.
Let’s go back there … and be quiet again.